Monday, February 25, 2008

do it yourself: not for the faint of heart


On Thursday we started printing invitation inserts, and on Friday we changed the ink cartridges and printed invitations, and on Saturday changed the ink cartridge again and fought with the printer that would only print blue, and after fixing that we fought with it for not handling the mail merge, and after that we sat and stuffed envelopes for 4 hours straight.

But, finally we prevailed. The invitations are done except for a few exceptions (waiting for address, etc.) The picture is of Irene in my living room 15 minutes before putting them in the mail.

An extra special shout out goes to: Daniel, Jason, Sonia, Mike, Marya, and Jenifer who were of great help and support.

Wednesday, February 13, 2008

Apologizing

So Andrew spent four hours in the car fuming at me, and all that time I was blissfully unaware that anything had gone wrong. I had a wonderfully productive day off from work, cleaning the house in preparation for my FUTURE IN-LAWS to visit (whee!! I mean, aack!), and dropping by a bakery and a florist.

Well, so I was right and he was wrong. Sort of. Except that maybe some things are more important than being right. Like... umm... uh....

So I apologized, but NOT FOR BEING RIGHT, no matter what he may say! Mostly, well... he's just... he's... so cute. And big and strong and brave, and smart, too. He's irresistible!

But seriously, folks, I wasn't... totally... right. Just mostly right. Like, virtually, practically, for-all-intents-and-purposes RIGHT.

But even if I'm right, it's important for him to win sometimes too. (Shh... Don't tell him I said so!)

~irene

Offending People

Well, where do I start... my bride, my OLD coworkers, or my in-laws?

You're not going to get any dirt from me about my in-laws... or my coworkers (hey, I gotta keep paying the bills) so I'll spread a little dirt about my fiancee. Truth be told, there are a lot of good things about Irene. She's smart, laughs at my jokes, and looks great! There's just one thing. She's right so often. I mean, I should have known this, right? Well, I didn't and today comes along and I'm fuming over the fact that she's right! Hrumph!!! What's a guy to do.

*** Guys, Don't Try This At Home! ***

I got in a fight, then she apologized for being right, then I brought in flowers to clean up the mess. It worked... I think. She apologized, so that means I won... Right?

Well, maybe not, but only time will tell.

I'll let you know.

~andrew

Friday, February 1, 2008

"Bride"

After getting engaged I found it very startling to be called a "bride". I mean, I'm a "fiancee", or I'm "engaged", but am I a "bride"? It started to hit me when Andrew and I went to a bridal show with my maid of honor and I was asked, "Are you the bride?" Who, me? As several weeks have now passed since getting engaged, I'm starting to become accustomed to it. I tried on my dress and veil today, and I really looked like a bride, somehow.

Brides get a bad rap for being pushy, demanding, controlling, and self-centered. I can certainly understand why brides get that way. The wedding is a once-in-a-lifetime event, and it's supposed to reflect the absolute best of a bride. The wedding is the culmination of many, many girlhood (and womanhood) dreams, the happy ending of every fairy tale, the repository of traditions and societal/familial expectations. Add to that the stress of having to organize, plan, budget, and completely overhaul your life (while still going to work and maintaining your daily existence), and it's pretty amazing that any bride could hold onto her sanity, or even regain it again after the wedding is over.

I certainly haven't been immune to stress, and I've experienced some insomnia and hyperactivity alternating with exhaustion. There are three major things that have been tremendous stress-relievers for me, though.

1) Friends and family. It has been so helpful to have people to confide in, and to help me handle phone calls and other tasks-- especially my mom and my maid of honor!

2) Prayer. Prayer and dependence on God has been the best possible strategy for effective wedding planning, and for keeping me mentally and emotionally balanced! Like anything else in life, going to Him in prayer every day means acknowledging that I am NOT in control. He is. The wonderful thing is that He cares, even for all the little details, and I can TRUST Him.

Of course God is concerned with much bigger issues than a wedding. Weddings happen all the time. The danger is when we start to think that God cares ONLY about big things (like poverty, violence, humanitarian disasters, etc.), and that we are abandoned to our own devices when it comes to the mundane things. The idea that we have to be in control of everything that has to do with our own lives, and that He doesn't care, is just not true. He wants our hearts more than anything else, while our hearts cling to things both great and small. So, believing that He cares for me, I have been bringing all my wedding requests to Him.

And, sure enough, we have been incredibly blessed with smooth sailing in general-- many, many things have simply fallen into place. Sometimes I lose perspective, and it feels like we're racing the clock and never catching up. Actually, we've accomplished a surprising amount. So here I'm continuing Andrew's checklist:

In less than two weeks, we have:
*-Confirmed a videographer
*-Recruited a fabulous volunteer wedding coordinator
*-Paid a deposit on a ceremony location
*-Confirmed a photographer
*-Had my mom almost complete the veil (hand-made!)
*-Gotten one of my two dresses altered
*-Tried on the other gown and veil for hemming, freedom of movement, etc.
*-Chosen wedding favors
*-Completed most of our wedding registry
*-Completed the bridal shower invites list
*-Made arrangements for both sets of parents to meet for the first time
*-Continued adjusting the guest list
*-Continued researching/talking about florists, bakeries, the rehearsal dinner, hotels for guests, and apartment hunting.

I think God has been enlarging our steps under us. The work is getting done, and we are going to have a glorious celebration.

3) Andrew. He's my partner in all this hard work. I'm not alone! Andrew is so calm, so capable, fun, and energetic, and he is such a wonderful comfort and support. In any case, all of this is for him. He's my love. HE makes it worth it, and he makes it a delight. I am not just a bride, I'm HIS bride.

(Posted by Irene)

Wednesday, January 16, 2008

Checked Off - X2

Still in our first month we've already:
1. Ordered more dresses: 22 days
2. Verbally confirmed the church (still need to pay): 23 days
3. Put a down payment on the reception hall: 24 days

Monday, January 7, 2008

Checked Off

There are so many lists explaining that you should have your dress by this time, reception hall by that time, and what not. It can get discouraging. I'm starting this post to talk about what we completed and how long it took us (from when we got engaged) to complete something.

1. Pick Our Colors: 0 days
2. Reserve a Pastor: 8 days
3. Buy A Dress: 13 days
4. Pick the Bridal Party: 14 days
5. Make a Draft Invite List: 14 days

Other things in the works...
a) photographer selected, but not confirmed
b) reception halls contacted, but not confirmed
c) churches called, but not confirmed
d) pre-marital counseling started, but not complete
e) honeymoon plans started, but not complete

Other things not started
invitations, florist, tux, cake, hotels, wedding rings...

(Posted by Andrew)

Monday, December 31, 2007

We're Engaged

Well, not that anyone was surprised. After all it had been 13 months, 18 days, and 22 hours that we've been dating before it happened. But just so you all know this is how it happened.

On December 21st I met with Irene's dad to ask for permission and blessing to marry his daughter. (He said yes, and actually wasn't as hard on me as I had feared.) Evidently a few hints were dropped that he was meeting with me, but nothing could spoil the special day.

Not even having to delay the fancy meal I was going to cook for Irene could spoil things. I had purchased all the ingredients for some amazing Lamb Shanks, but forgot the read the directions about marinating "overnight". Well, we couldn't wait overnight for lunch, so we left for Longwood Gardens, a beautiful private park in the Philly suburbs.

Before leaving the house and on the way to the park I gave Irene several gifts; perfume and a necklace. Not that she needed buttering up or anything :-) One of these gifts was a red rose boutonniere. I had never given her red roses before so that was a big sign. She thought the boutonniere looked better on me so she made me wear it around the park. The gardens were beautiful. We had lunch, walked around, and sang Christmas carols in a big group sing-a-long. (I love singing Christmas carols.)

And then I asked her to marry me and she said yes. The End!

Ha ha... Just joking. I mean yeah, she said yes, but no one will let me get away with that simple of an explanation.

They put up all these Christmas lights in the trees, so as it got darker and more romantic the crowds got worse and worse. I didn't know what to do because I wasn't going to leave the park without proposing. I killed a little time by wandering around the park. Finally, I marched Irene out to the middle of a large field surrounded by trees and lights. It felt like everyone in the park could see us, but at least we were by ourselves. I got down on my knees (kneeling on my gloves because it was muddy) and pulled a speech (written just that morning) out of my pocket. I recounted several times were I had deeply appreciated Irene's support or friendship or otherwise could not have made it without her. I told her that I loved her and asked her to marry me. She said yes. I got up and as we hugged a huge cheer rang out from all around the field and someone shouted "Merry Christmas". Evidently the entire park WAS watching. I let out a "woo hoo". We spent a few more minutes in the field hugging and talking.

On our way out we stopped in the gift shop and bought two matching Christmas ornaments, matching bells, to commemorate the occasion. We finally made it home and spent the rest of the evening making our fancy dinner and talking.

So if you were reading closely you may have noticed that I said nothing about a ring. Well, I actually didn't have one when I proposed. The jeweler had received my payment two days late because of the Christmas mail delay. The jeweler actually left a voicemail about 10 minutes before I proposed letting me know that everything was ready and that we could pick up the ring. The next day we picked up the ring and there were gasps, and hugs, and leaps of joy almost like a second proposal. Irene was happy, and I was happy that she was happy.

The End!


(Posted by Andrew)